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[space-ghost-with-the-most]

Her birthday isn’t for two more days but she asked to see this early so-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH! @bumblingbriars

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[murmurmurl]

I'm back on my bullshit I guess

that redraw I was talking about.. previous versions under the cut

I like how it's less stiff now

[verawhisk]

mommy astarion inspired by the cute awesome @fire-shadow-dragon-god :’)

[ping-ski]

today was a good day :)

(they're free from the ice prison now)

[gunsatthaphan]

delulu-town, population: 2

[icarusredwings]

Part of me thinks that Logan absolutely HATES that he likes Wade. It's really embarrassing for him, and he doesn't understand these feelings, which frustrates him more.

At first, it started off as a casual thing, and now he's getting pissed off because he's smiling and staring at him all the time. His chest feels weird around him (and not because he keeps getting stabbed and shot)

He finds himself being near him more often, almost subconsciously just following wherever he goes. They don't really notice it until about 4 days in when Wade leaves to go on a date with Vanessa and Logan accidently trails him out of the house.

He gets embarrassed and says he's just gonna go home, but instead, Wade tells Vanessa to bring a friend for him, and it becomes one big "double" date. You'd have to be blind not to see the two guys were getting on way more then Logan and vanessa's friend, seeing as for some reason they're both sitting in the same booth and not with their respected dates...

No, he's not rude to her or distrusting of her. If anything, she's quite lovely, but he's talking to her more like a friend than a date. He's more distrusting of himself really and is still trying to learn how to socialize properly. Especially with pretty ladies.

The reason for this is Logan is still nervous about new people touching him, and wants to make a good impression by.. you know... not stabbing her on accident... so he sits with someone he trusts won't mind if he knicks him.

By the end of the night, Logans was so drunk and safe that hes giggling at every little word only to go home by himself feeling... odd because Wade went to Vanessa's. Not jealous, no he knew and helped this happen. He was happy for him. He just felt... odd... being alone again..

Your honor, He has found his pack, and now he's codependent. At least he has mary puppins to cuddle up with.

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[buggbuzz]

THERE IS NO WAY WE GOT INEFFABLE BUREAUCRACY THAT EASY AND THEN—AND THEN THEY JUST

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM NEVER GOING TO FUCKING RECOVER

[cthulhum]

and dean winchester thought he was unlovable and didnt deserve happiness he hated himself and thought eveyone would eventually leave him and then a literal fucking angel fell in love with him. like loved him more than anything else in the world.

[girlsdads]

Max shows up on the Monday following the worst week of Daniel’s life with two dirt bikes in the back of a truck like he’s Bella from fucking Twilight.

He’d said as much that Thursday, a text that read simply: I’m coming to Perth. Daniel’s phone has been on Do Not Disturb since Singapore, but Max’s message had flashed bright in his peripheral vision as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to ignore the gnawing pit in his gut. Daniel had pictured Max tapping Notify Anyway with the tip of his index finger, T-rex style.

He hadn’t known how to say Please don’t make this harder, hadn’t had the courage to say I need you here, so he’d sent back: Ok.

And now he’s sat here on the porch in the same baggy t-shirt he’s been wearing for days—discolored sweat stains and all—watching Max back a pickup truck down the dirt driveway. He can’t remember the last time he saw Max behind the wheel of something like this, sturdy and substantial. It feels like a first, a brand new thing for only this version of himself—Max Verstappen driving a truck.

Max smoothly pulls into a full stop, the ignition rumbles then dies. Daniel’s bare feet hit the dirt before Max even opens the door, a feeling that can only be relief blooming inside his chest. He’d said he would come, and he did, steadfast through it all.

Max is wearing travel clothes, basketball shorts and a hoodie, ankle socks and a pair of slides that look more like shower shoes than sandals. He looks tired, like he’d texted Daniel on Thursday and hasn’t slept since. Daniel knows he’s looking pretty shit himself, knows he’s been wallowing a bit hard, sue him. Still Max smiles like Daniel’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

It chokes him up just the same as the first time, almost a decade ago. That clogged-up cotton-y feeling in his throat is love, probably always has been—he’s not too chickenshit to admit it to himself now, after everything. The realization feels precious.

“Hiya, Maxy.” Daniel feels like he hasn’t spoken in years. His voice wobbles, stupidly. He’s squinting against the sun and the hot sting of tears. Max reaches for him.

All of his metaphorical strings cut, he falls into the soft bulk of Max’s chest. The gasping breath he takes as he presses his whole face against the crook of Max’s neck and shoulder feels like his first in a long, long time. Underneath the smell of sweat is the familiar clean scent of Max’s jet cabin. Daniel inhales and inhales, letting it fill his lungs like life support.

Max’s arms around him is the only homecoming he ever needed.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Game night ruined.

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[ponku-po]

Cosmic Balance ✨@viralcosmos

[bara-izu]

Part 1/?? of drawing my moots BG3 Tavs:

Starting with @necromosss's Mira & @maatdraws' Iorek I hope you both know seeing them on my timeline brings me so much joy, love them as characters and their visual designs are 10/10

[rocketbirdie]

here comes trouble (make it double!)